Edmund awoke silently, his eyes darting about the room, expecting his wife, his children, all he saw was a group of strange people in strange clothes, a man from the northern countries, that much was for sure, he was dressed in armor that looked so out of date Edmund could almost spot the rust. There was an even stranger man, speaking of a different world, and... an arena? Battles? Edmund was not in the mood for this, he looked at the odd man, after stealing a glance at the unarmored man speaking in a dialect so alien he barely recognized it as English.

"I am awoken! who is't dares imprison a knight of England? Who is't dares imprison one knight'd by the king himself? A sir baptiz'd in hurlyburly and bath'd in blood! I am Edmund Redwood, knight of the house of Lancast'r! all those who is't dareth may standeth in mineth way, and beest did knock down!" He marched forth and laughed more and more, looking at each of the others who stood in the room.

"How many m're has't thee lot did imprison? How many shall beest did save at which hour i did beat thee all within inches of thy life and setteth those folk all free? Or, in the language of cowards; 'Je suis un nuit! Au revoir!'" Edmund never professed to being fluent in the French language, but he was sure that was a threat of some kind. Whatever the case, he stood up, prepared to fight.